With her hands still fisted in his shirt, she gave a gentle tug until he bent enough that she could kiss him softly. And then not so softly.What was that for? he asked when she pulled free, his voice sexy low and gruff now.For being the kind of guy who can admit he has emotions.He cupped her face. We dont have to tell anyone, right?She smiled. Itll be our secret. But then her smile faded because she wasnt good at secrets.Or maybe she was too good at them . . . Im not helpless, she said. I want you to know that.I do know it. He paused, looking a little irritated again. Mostly.Good, she said. Now thats settled, you should know, the caveman thing you just pulled . . . it turned me on a little bit.He slid her a look. Yeah?Yeah.Looking a little less like he was spoiling for a fight, his hands went to her hips and he pulled her in tighter.What the hell was she doing? Clearly, she wasnt equipped to stay strong, and who could? The guy was just too damn potent. Too visceral. Testosterone and pheromones leaked off of him. She dropped her head to his chest. Ugh. Youre being . . . you.Was that in English?This is all your fault.Nope. Definitely not English.Youre being all hot and sexy, dammit, she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. And I cant seem to . . . not notice said hotness and sexiness.He smiled. You want me again.Again. Still . . . She tossed up her hands. You wear your stupid sexiness on your sleeve and you dont even know it.